I'll eat Paramecia Fruit

Dan narrowed his eyes, clearly not buying it. "Special techniques? Sounds like a fancy way to say 'I got lucky'."

Wuxie feigned an offended look. "Lucky? I prefer to think of it as 'divinely inspired'. Or maybe just 'extremely skilled'. You know, like a master chef who makes an amazing meal with whatever ingredients are left in the pantry."

Minjun chuckled, giving Wuxie a friendly shove. "Well, whatever it was, just don't keep us in the dark next time. We were this close to being roots and rubble."

As they laughed and joked, the camaraderie between them was palpable. Wuxie was grateful for the light-hearted moment and the company of his friends, despite the underlying tension of their recent ordeal.

Later that night, as Wuxie settled into his room, a soft, glowing firefly appeared, hovering near him. Its light flickered with urgency, and Wuxie quickly recognized it as a message from Master Fu.